The Beast Within

In a world where magic is outlawed and virtually extinct, Princess Fiamatta suddenly finds her world turned inside out by the traitorous word. From royalty, to fugitive, to leader of the rebels, Fia is forced to work with a handsome, arrogant magician she found locked away in a dungeon.

btw, this is my NaNoWriMo story so criticism is much appreciated! Thanks :)


39. Act 38

The next morning I woke up to the sounds of birds and Logan’s warm breath on my face. I looked up at his sleeping face. This was something I had never seen before. Logan was a very guarded person when he was awake, but when he was asleep his sharp features softened, giving him an almost innocent look. I stared for a long time, taking in his expression when his full lips mumbled,

“How long are you going to stare at me?” his voice was hoarse with sleep. I had no idea how long he had been awake but apparently it was long enough. I smiled sheepishly as his eyes cracked open.

“Good morning” I murmured to him. He leaned in and brushed his nose against mine.

“Good morning.” We laid, enjoying the silence between us as we listened to the waking outside world. I could hear Caiden rustling about outside, no doubt getting ready for the day; something that we should be doing.

“We should get up,” I whispered to him. He responded by pulling me closer and burying his face in my hair.

“Can’t we just lay here and pretend that only we exist?” His words surprised me. I never thought that he would want to just stop, but his reluctance was obvious. I hugged him tightly, rubbing his back.

“We have to keep going.” I told him. He let out a sigh and held on for a few moments longer before his arms loosened around me. I pulled away, enough to give him a short kiss, before I got up and left the tent. I went to mine, where I was supposed to have slept, and rummaged around my pack. Quickly, I pulled out the change of clothes that had been given to me at the caverns, after I had rejected the dress. I began to change, and caught a glimpse of my body. My legs were a lot more toned due to all of the intense traveling. My hands were calloused and permanently smudged with dirt. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how wild my hair must have been. I tried running my fingers through it but they quickly got caught in many tangles and knots. With a sigh I gave up, and resumed getting dressed. My gaze traveled to the worn clothes I had just taken off. They were covered in dirt and blood. Suddenly I felt a rush course through me, I was glad to be rid of them. Quickly I slipped into the new pair of black trousers and tunic. The fabric was much nicer, with intricate gold stitching on the cuffs and the collar. But more importantly they were completely clean. I felt bad for a moment, I knew that this clothes wouldn’t stay pristine for long, hopefully it would be long enough though that I would look presentable for when Logan took us into town.

After attempting to put my hair in a braid, which for the most part contained it, I stepped out of the tent. Logan and Camden had cleaned up camp and were dismantling their tents. Once we had everything squared away we set back on our journey. 

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